Chapter 137

Damon

Oh, goodness gracious. My baby had been getting upset for no good reason ever since we boarded, and this was just another spark to the fire. I knew it was the pregnancy hormones—I had read enough, heard enough to understand they turned her temper into something with a hair-trigger.

But this wasn’t just hormones. This was Lyra. My kitten was naturally like this, fierce and territorial, and when you added pregnancy hormones into the mix… well, it was like giving a wildfire gasoline.

She was standing there, chest heaving, glaring down the poor flight attendant like she was deciding whether to scratch her eyes out. I leaned back, letting my hand slide lazily along the armrest, watching her with equal parts amusement and caution.

The truth was, I found it maddeningly attractive—the way she defended me like I belonged entirely to her—but I also knew if I didn’t step in, the scene would turn ugly fast.

“Kitten, calm down,” I said, my voice low and